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NejiTen Month 2020 - Belated Day 3 (Part I)

Legends/Myths

This idea came to me yesterday and the words just flew out! It is HEAVILY inspired by Netflix's Cursed and the legend of King Arthur and Merlin. And from there the idea took off!

For now, this will remain a single chapter. I would like to continue this one day. But since the idea is still brand new to my mind, I need the time to mull over the plot some more.

But here it is:

The Fated Sword of the King

Rated T for Violence

Chapter One - Part I

“Murao of the druids,” Hiashi announced loud over the crowd. “You’re sentence is death. Under the charges of witchcraft and high treason against the late King Hizashi, you shall burn upon the stake!”

The newly crowned king looked out to his people. Crowds of faces watched the stage. Many expressed shock—the news of their King’s, King Hizashi’s, death fresh in their minds. In the center of the stage crouched a man. His face dirtied. He was once of the late king’s closest and oldest adviser. A man many learned to respect for his magical abilities. But now his hands were tied. His grey and brown hair curtained over his face. Now deemed a traitor and user of evil magic.

Two knights hoisted him up. They hooked his hands above his head. He hung on the stake. He was named a murder. Many guards surrounded him. they secured his bindings.

In front stood the new king, his daughters close by. Beside them was a young man. His black clothes matched that of the girls and the king.

“Prince Neji,” Hiashi called. A young man stepped forwards. His pale eyes looked to his uncle. Upon the late king’s death, many expected the crown to fall to the young prince next. He was 19 years old and the sole son of Hizashi. But the council passed the title to Hiashi instead. The young man looked to the king, his looks the mirrored image of his father. “Light the pyre.”

A knight placed a torch in the prince’s pale fingers. He watched its glow dance across his hands. His eyes trailed up to the old druid’s face to meet brown eyes. Tears streamed, cleansing paths down the druid’s dirtied cheeks. The brown eyes of the same man who once helped raise him.

“Neji,” the king called for his attention. Neji pursed his lips tight. His teeth pinched the inside of his cheek. He walked in front of the druid.

“My prince,” the druid croaked. Another tear fell. “I would never-”

“Silence!” a knight ordered. Neji sent the soldier a look, a silent order to hold his tongue.

“My prince,” the druid began again. “I wouldn’t harm my late king. I swore my life to him long ago.”

Neji’s hand tightened around the torch. But his face remained impassive.

“It was someone else…” the man licked his chapped lips then stumbled over his next words franticly. “ Please, find my daughter! She, just as I am, is loyal to the king, to you. You can’t trust anyone else. Please, please seek her out. She will aid you in any way necessary.”

He repeated over and over. The words jumbled together, and sobs overtook him.

“Neji.” The king repeated. His patience grown short. The prince felt the eyes of many on his back. They waited for him.

With a steady breath, Neji tilted the torch. The flames caught onto the dry hay. The fire quickly spread below the druid. Sobs turned to gurgled cries, as the flames grew stronger and taller.

Neji turned and walked off the stage. His mind consumed with the man’s screams.

“You are not my king!” Neji heard behind the man scream. He paused in the shadows of the castle. His hand stilled on the door. “Only the one to weld the fated sword is said to be the true king! One day, Lord Hiashi, you will see! The sword is to be your downfall, your death!”

Neji pulled the door opened and allowed the cold darkness of the castle to engulf him. The door slammed behind him, and he set off to his room.

Anger raged through him. If the sword were to bring Hiashi down, then Neji would find it. He will follow its destiny and bring the man down.

...

Neji, with a bag grown over his shoulder, weaved through the shadows. The castle busied under its new orders. Knights and soldiers dispatched into the night; each readied to begin a new quest-eliminate the druids. The young lads determined to prove their worth, and the old soldier prepared for their last hurrah.

But Neji set out on a different quest. This moment was his only chance. He ducked under the carts, using the commotion for cover, and neared the gate.

“Cousin,” He heard a quiet voice call. Before the side gate, a woman hid under its arch. She was quick to approach him. Her hood pulled low to conceal her identity. Despite his glare, She reached for his hands. Her small cold fingers held his firmly. “Please, cousin. I-I… Don’t leave!”

Her outburst sent panic through the young prince. He pulled his hands free and pushed against the woman hard, pushing her back under the arch. She released a small gasp before his hands clamped hard over her mouth.

“Shut up,” He gritted through tight teeth. He ignored the fear in the woman’s eyes and looked around. No one noticed. Shakily she pulled his hands away. He stepped back. “What are you going to do? Turn me in?”

His challenge forced the girl to look away.

“That is what I thought. You’re weak. You always were.” He spat. The girl hugged herself. His scorn wasn’t new, and anger only intensified with his father’s death and Hiashi’s crowning. The crown belonged to him. Yet now, he no longer held that right. His status downgraded to second class royalty. And instead, this girl in front of him rose above him. Her weak demeanor was unsuited to her title.

“Princess Hinata, go back to your room. Sit there like a good little pawn and do your lessons. Prepare for the day you are to be used by your father. To be traded for land, or money, or whatever you’re worth. But if you dare try to stop me again,” Neji’s voice lowered with his threats. His hand hovered under his cloak, close to his sword, “I won’t hesitate to cut you down.”

He watched the threat sink in as Hinata sunk to the ground. Her breath hitched with fear.

With one last glare, Neji headed off. A stolen horse waited at the edge of the forest.

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“Tenten, more beer!” A man called. Cheers roared from the men sharing his table in agreement. They were enjoying their merry time in the tavern with cheeks rosy.

“Get it yourself, you old sod!” Tenten called back. The group of men drunkenly laughed. They enjoyed her harsh words.

She flitted around the tavern room with trays of drinks balanced in her hands. She avoided the wandering hands with quick movements and harsh glares. She wasn’t too fond of the job, but it provided enough. As a child, the owner and his son were kind enough to take her in. They offered her food and shelter. In turn, she offered them work.

And despite her rude comments, the tavern kept busy.

She reached a table close to the stone fireplace where a couple huddled together in its glow. Quietly, she put down one of her trays. She tried not to disturb the lovers’ whispered words. But as she placed their drinks down, she caught their attention.

“Lass, you’re a druid, right?” The man asked. He pulled his maiden beside in close-her face hid in the crook of his neck. Tenten nodded. She placed a glass on the table for the girl. “She wants to ask if you would read our palms. See if we’re compatible, and all that?”

“I’m sure a reading wouldn’t make much of a difference for you two,” Tenten said. But she freed her second hand and placed the other tray down. The man snorted in agreement, the girl beside him pouted.

“It won’t do much,” The man began, his hands reached to his belt. “But it may at least convince her to finally settle down with me.”

This smug comment earned him a hard hit to the chest as the girl pulled away. A blush burned on her face. But that didn’t sway the man as he placed down a few gold coins. Tenten pocked the coined and the transaction complete. She often earned extra coins through palm reading and potions. It was never much. But little by little, she saved up a stable amount.

She held her hands out. And a hand from each person was placed into hers. She studied the lines and the mounds.

“Hm,” She began. Her eyes looked up at the pair. She hid a smile for their keen interest. “The shape of your hands are telling me you two argue a lot. In many ways, you are opposites, fire, and water.”

She looked at the man.

“You are passionate. But through your desires, you tend to forget the wants of others. And yours,” Tenten looked to the woman. The girl worried her lip between her teeth. “And you are much more attuned to others’ emotions. But can be easily hurt. This combination can lead to many trails ahead for you both.”

“But,” Tenten interrupted the downcast look of the girl’s. The man’s eyes bore into her skull impatiently, waiting for something to please his maiden. “You see these three mounds here in your hands? They’re similar. Their shapes complement one another. This one tells me you are both confident people. You match each other in determinations. This one says you are resilient. You’re not prone to giving up. And this one tells me you work well together, socially, and well, physically too.”

A toothy grin bloomed on the man. His free arm pulled his blushing lady close.

“As for your heart lines,” Tenten loosened her hold on their hands. She allowed them to slip out of hers as she offered her last insight. “They are both strong. A union of marriage works well.”

The man placed two more gold coins down, and Tenten took them at the man’s insistence. She left the pair closer together than before.

Sure, it didn’t take much to read the pair’s dynamic on her own. But she didn’t lie. Their hands only confirmed her observations.

She made her way back to the end of the bar.

“So,” Her friend asked. He leaned on the bar next to her. His trays laid next to hers, waiting for the next trip out. He raised a dark bushy brow in a questioning look. “What'd that couple want?”

Tenten chuckled. Her hand gave the man a quick ruffle to his hair. His black bowl cut hair now disorganized.

“Nothing much. The girl just needed some reassurance mostly.” Tenten answered. “Lee, are you sure you don’t want me to read your palms?”

Over the many years, she offered on several occasions to read her friend’s hands. But each time, he refused. He excused her offer by telling her it didn’t matter what his palms said. Anything he wanted, he would earn with his own hard work. Still, his determination didn’t stop his curiosity when she used her readings on others.

“No, thank you,” Lee replied. She turned to face the bar. The owner gave her a big grin before dashing towards a calling customer.

“It’s sure busy tonight,” Tenten remarked.

“Of course! It’s the High King Hizashi’s birthday, after all!” Lee cheered. “Its a springtime of youth!”

“Lee, its winter,” She said but not without affection.

“Yes, I know.” Lee sent her a sparkling grin.

“Alright, then,” She reached over the bar and poured a pint of beer and a fizzy drink. She handed Lee the fizzy drink knowing well of his intolerance for alcohol. “To the springtime of youth!”

She held her mug up, and Lee enthusiastically met hers halfway.

Tenten tipped her drink back as she poured the frothy liquid down her throat. She got a third down before she slammed her drink down.

A cacophony of whines and neighs broke through the joyous murmurs of the tavern. Several eyes, along with Tenten’s, looked out to the windows facing the streets outside. Male shouts erupted through the dark night.

Curious, Tenten and Lee moved closer to the window and watched. A few of the other patrons found their noses inelegantly pressed to the windows as well. The murmur behind them turned into one of questioning.

“Men spread out!” Tenten watched a Knight ordered. He hopped off his armored horse. His weapon pulled out into his hand. His man began to spread through the streets. They moved closer to the tavern. The leader shouted out another order to his scurrying men. “Don’t leave a single stone unturned! Gather those dirty druids!”

Her blood ran cold. Her eyes glued to the scene outside. Soon men and women were being dragged out of their homes. They slaughtered those who resisted—each a sword to the heart or the throat.

Suddenly, Tenten felt her arm tugged away from the window. Her eyes met Lee’s terrified dark ones. The blood rushing out of her face made it hard to understand him. His mouth moved, and his face scrunched up in urgency.

“Tenten! We need to go!” She finally heard. He had dragged halfway across the tavern when the front doors slammed open. Men in armor shoved through the crowd searching. They searched each person’s body for a mark, any mark, that labeled them druids.

Lee pulled her around the bar and through the door to their living quarters. The last thing she saw was a horrifying finger point at herself. The owner of the finger protected in her lover's arms. Cold eyes of a soldier followed the finger to Tenten. Then the door slammed shut. The eye contact was cut off by the thick wood.

The tavern's owner dressed in green quickly latched the door. Lee's hands left her arm. And the young man raced upstairs to their bedrooms. The owner pushed several pieces of furniture in front of the door.

But soon pounds shook through the door, the sound of clinking china jingled from the cabinet placed in front of it.

Tenten took a step back, nearly tripping over a worn carpet. The owner, an older man who looked much like his son, caught her.

“Tenten!” He called. He was interrupted by the sound of Lee stomping back down the wooden stairs. Over his shoulder hung a bag roughly stuffed with several things. Tenten spotted her coin purse carelessly hanging out from the top.

“Gai!” The boy shouted. His panic called his father’s attention. “The soldiers are coming around back! They are going to trap us in!”

At his words, a crash echoed from the back door. The sound of soldiers’ boots came closer.

Gai moved towards the young adults. He placed his large hands on each of their heads. By some miracle, he gave the pair a reassuring smile.

“Lee, take Tenten over the roofs. Like you two did as children. Get to the forest as fast as you can and don’t stop!” The man ordered, his words echoed in Tenten’s head. Her mind instead focused on the incoming soldiers.

“But, dad-” Lee tried to protest. He seemed to understand something Tenten couldn’t.

“Go now!” Gai pushed them to the stairs. But the pair stared for a moment.

The front door crashed open, and Gai turned his back to the young adults.

“Go!”

Lee stepped to the stairs but stopped at Tenten’s hesitation. He was quick to grab her arms, and he pulled her with him up. they climbed stairs of their family home. Tenten’s eyes were glued behind them as she saw the soldiers confront her father figure

The older man protected the stairs. The last sight she saw of them was Gai pulling out a sword as several others came at him. She soon found herself been shoved out of her bedroom window onto the roof. Below torches glowed, and people screamed. Tenten felt another tug on her arm, but she pulled back.

“Wait, Lee, Gai is still back there,” Tenten's leg was only halfway back through the window before Lee pulled her back out.

Pain painted the young man’s face. She looked at him, confused.

“Lee, what are you doing? We need to go back!” Panic settled in her voice. Her hands shook as she reached to climb through the window again. But Lee’s hand once again pulled her back. This time he pulled her along the slanted roof with more urgency. “Lee!”

She choked out, but the man ignored her. The stumbled along the roof. She tried to tug her arm out of his and turn back. But his grip tightened. His hand slowly bruised her. Lee brought the pair to the edge of their roof. He pulled her in front and ordered her to jump—their neighbor’s roof four widths of a barrel away.

Tenten looked back at her friend; she found tears streamed down his eyes. But he repeated his order. His command was rare for his gentle soul. And so she jumped.

She stumbled with nerves as she reached the next roof—years of practice ruined by her shaking frame. Lee was quick to follow after.

“There’s one! Up there, on the roof!” They heard a shout.

And before she could even look, an arrow landed sharply in front of her. Its point embedded deep into the wooden roofing.

Lee pulled her up, forcible, and they ran fast. Arrows trailed behind them. Lee guided their path with sharp turns and backtracking.

Gai’s words echoed through her mind again. Head to the forest, he said. Tenten’s eyes glued to the sharp tops of trees. Her legs ached, but she ran forth along with Lee; She followed his every movement to the smallest tick. Her jumps between roofs improved. She no longer landed on her knees; she couldn’t allow herself to do so. Or she'd be killed.

The shouts below faded. And Tenten almost let herself slow. But her heart jumped to her throat when she noticed the men behind them. Their boots clucked hard on the roof.

“Lee!” She called out. She pulled the man behind a chimney when a round of arrows shot out from behind. “We have to get down!”

Lee agreed quickly. He led them further across the roofs. Tenten watched behind them to help avoid the oncoming arrows.

At the end of a particularly red roof, Lee jumped off the edge. His muscular frame landed heavily on a crate below. The wood cracked upon impact. He turned back up, and his arms open for her. A shout egged her off the roof, and Lee caught her.

As soon as her feet met the hard ground again, they were off. The forest’s edge now insight.

Lee tripped over the brush upon passing through the mouth of the forest. Tenten backtracked to help her friend back up. She pushed him forwards until he ran on his own two feet.

The screams began to fade further. The lights from the town dimmed.

Still running, Tenten looked back and scanned behind them.

She couldn’t see any signs of the men. Were they safe now?

But the fear kept her running. Each breath burned through her chest in protest.

She wasn’t sure how long they ran. The silence throughout the forest blended the time. It wasn’t until she felt her hands land hard on some large stones did her body collapsed. Her gasps and sobs filled the night. She curled in on herself. The presence of Lee crouched beside her on all fours her only solace. Her tears burned along with the rest of her body. And unable to hold off, she felt herself drift off into sleep. The hard breath of her friend lulled her to sleep.

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NejiTen Month 2020 - Belated Day 3 (Part II)

Legends/Myths

I decided to divide this prompt up because it was just too much for one post. You can find part one through the #The Fated Swords of the King below. So here is part two of Chapter 1:

The Fated Sword of the King

Rated T for Violence

Chapter One - Part II

She awoke to the same darkness surrounding her. Was it the same day or the next night? She didn’t know.

Tenten pushed through her aches and rolled to her side. Lee slept close beside her, his face stained with tears and dirt. She felt a chill settle through her body for the first time. The frost on the ground reminded her they couldn't stop here. She shook her companion gently. Her body too weary to put much force into it. After a few seconds, dark lashes fluttered open. Tenten fought a sob back. Her eyes too dry to release any more tears.

“Lee,” She whispered. His eyes looked around in a panic. He sat up fast. Tenten’s hands steadied his shoulders until his eyes met her. His dark ones were wide. She could only offer him a light squeeze to the shoulder, all other reassurance void from her body. But his eyes soon drooped low. His body slumped into a nearby tree.

“Lee,” She repeated. She pulled him back up. “We can’t stay here. I don’t know how long we were asleep. We need to keep going, or they will find us.”

Lee’s face scrunched up in sorrow. Yet he still nodded in agreement.

“Right,” He croaked out finally.

Tenten forced her legs up, and she pushed passed the pain. Lee soon joined her.

Slowly the pair began walking. Tenten rubbed her hands together. Hoping she could find some kind of warmth still left in them. At her movements, Lee stopped beside her.

“Lee?” She questioned. But his only answer was to crouch down again to the ground. The bag from their home placed on the ground. He opened it, careful not to drop her coin purse out. He dug to the bottom and pulled out two thick cloaks.

“That’s all I could grab, along with your money and some blankets,” Lee said apologetically. One cloak held out in an outstretched hand towards her.

But that was more than enough to warm a little part of her heart.

Her cold fingers held Lee’s and the cloak tight. She paused to catch his eyes.

“Thank you, Lee,” She said. Her thanks for more than just the cloak.

After the moment, Tenten was quick to wrap her body up in the cloak. The fur lining felt divine over her bare arms and neck. The wool trapped the growing heat from her body. She basked in the warmth.

“We should keep going,” Lee reminded. And she set their pace once again.

They headed the only direction they could, straight away from their home.

After a few hours of walking, the sky began to lighten. The pairs’ steps continued steadily through the frosted leaves and brush. Both listen intently to their surroundings. They searched for any sign of anything that wasn’t a bird or small creatures.

Then Tenten heard it. A sound that stuck out.

She stopped and silently grabbed her friend’s arm. She pointed to the direction of the sound.

The sound of fast horse feet clopping through leaves met the pair. Tenten searched around for a place to hide. She knew they couldn’t outrun a horse.

Nearby she spotted a low hanging spruce. Its branches weight down to the ground by the crystallized frost along its needles. Tenten pulled Lee underneath. She was thankful for the late coming snow this winter. They laid on their stomachs close to the ground. Both hoped their brown cloaks would provide them with some semblance of camouflage.

The horse grew louder as they waited. Tenten’s heart sped up to match the pace of its hooves. Her breath quickened. She knew she shouldn’t, but Tenten found herself squeezing her eyes shut tight. She prayed to her deities for protection.

Lee’s hand reached for hers. His anxiety shown through his firm grip.

There was only one horse and, most likely, only one rider. The sound of the horse closed in on them. Tenten forced herself to hold her breath.

And then the horse whinnied as its rider halted his gallop into a stop. Tenten tightened her lips tight. She refused to make a single sound. Then those damned boots hit the ground. The rider dismounted his horse.

Tenten opened her eyes. She looked up to see a shadow through the evergreen. Her grip on Lee’s hand hurt. Her face reddenee with effort. The pressure breathe building.

The shadow walked past their tree. He paused. His shadowed body twisted back and forth, searching. Then the shadow made its way back to his horse. Another pause, This one was longer than the last. Tenten head began to feel light headed.

Tenten was first to sit up.

The sound of the rider remounting a saddle met their ears. The horse entered a slow trot before going into a full gallop. The sound of the horse’s clomps disappeared with its rider.

Tenten released a loud gush of hair from her mouth. But pair laid there motionless. Too afraid to move too soon. Too fearful of somehow drawing back the horse and its rider. Their hands relaxed, leaving behind a sore ached and clammy sweat.

“Lee-” Her words were interrupted by a quick hand from behind. A scream tried to escape as she was pulled back into a hard chest. Lee’s eyes widened at her sudden capture, but he sat up frozen. She squirmed against the firm grip. A second arm wrapped quickly around her struggling arms and torso.

“Be quiet,” A whispered command entered her ear. The breath hot on her. She began to kick violently. But Lee was quick to stop her legs from thrashing much to her horror. But as she stilled with shock, she heard several more horses pounding close. At her stillness, the man’s grip loosed, but he kept his grip firm over her mouth.

The set of horses thankfully didn’t stop. They charged ahead, passing their hiding spot under the tree. The trio let another moment pass. The hand on her mouth grew hot with its prolonged contact.

“Ow!” The man hissed when she sunk her teeth hard into his fingers. His surprise gave her the chance to escape her capture’s grasp. She raced out from under the tree, followed by Lee. The second man came a moment after nursing his hand. “Shit! What the hell are you? Some kind of rabid dog!”

“Stay away from us!” Tenten shouted. She was quick to grab a shape broken branch. The sharp point potentially created but one of the many passing horses. She held it up towards the man. Her body placed between him and her friend. She was backing them up to create some distance and the armed man.

“Tenten, wait-” Lee began from behind her. But his words were interrupted by the other male figure.

He was quick to draw his blade.

“Are you threatening me?” The man asked. Pale lavender eyes glared at her. The man was handsome behind his glare. His jaw was a strong square with dark hair framing his pale features. The lines in his scowl accentuated by the shadows his hair created along the sides of his face. He lifted his swords towards her and her stick.

“Tenten, wait!” Lee called. His dark eyes ignored the newcomer for her brown ones. “I don’t think this man is a threat. He saved us.”

Tenten swallowed hard. She readied herself. The tip of his sword met the point of her stick. Within an short moment, he was able to knock the tip of her stick to the ground. The sharp point cut off by steel. On instinct alone, Tenten raised his stick again. This time readied to strike.

But before she could land a blow with the awkwardly shaped branch in her grasp, the man blocked and parried her next attack. She found herself trying to steady herself with a wide stance. She prepared for another strike, only for her stick to be stopped once again. But this time by a firm hand. Lee stood in between the pair. Her stick in his one hand and his arm raised to catch the sword's strike. The stranger halted his sword a few inches from Lee’s raised forearm.

“Lee, move!” Tenten yelled. But he shook his head no.

“Tenten, stop. Look at him. He is not one of those soldiers.” Lee said.

“Who are you?” She asked. She eyed his sword still held in a taut position.

Tenten’s eyes narrowed to the stranger. His cloak was different from the soldier’s red ones draped over armor. His was a dark rich purple. His clothes beneath were pale and void of armor.

She met the stranger’s eyes. The grip on her make-shift weapon loosened. Lee took the opportunity to pull it out of her hands. She ignored the warm blood that, for the second time that night, coated her hands.

“My name doesn’t matter.” He answered much to Tenten’s frustration.

Lee sighed at the pairs’ stubbornness. He turned, fully facing the other man. He ignored the sword’s point at front of his chest.

“I would like to apologize on behalf of my friend’s behavior. It was rude of us to question another man running away through the woods.” Lee proclaimed. Tenten removed her glare from the stranger and moved it to her friend.

The sword slowly lowered, and the man returned it to its sheath.

“I would also like to thank you for your help,” Lee said into a bow. His head stayed low, “If you hadn’t stopped us from leaving our cover, we would have been caught for sure.”

“You’re tracks are too obvious. I was able to follow them all the way from Konoha town.” The man criticized.

Tenten shared a concerned look with Lee. She looked back towards the direction they had come from. Several piles of leaves trailed their path.

“The only reason you’ve made it this far was probably because of the dark. But if you continue on this way during daylight hours, you are sure to get caught.” He continued.

Tenten looked to her feet. Her laced boots half-buried in dried leaves, and her long skirt trailed to the ground. A movement caught her attention when the man reached under the tree. He pulled out an unfamiliar sac, most likely his own. He turned away from them. He made his path west; his feet light on the leaves. With each step, he lifted his feet high enough to avoid dragging the leaves into along the way.

“Wait!”

Tenten didn’t expect it. The word left her lips before she could stop them. The man half-turned to her. Only one pale eye visible on the side of his head.

“Please, let us go with you,” she said hesitantly. The softness in her voice angered herself. She rushed on to elaborate. “I mean just for a little while. Just until we can learn to cover our path like you.”

While she waited for an answer, she counted his breath. Each one evenly spaced. With the fourth exhale, he slowly closed his eyes. The stranger turned away and continued walking.

Tenten stared dumbfounded.

“Well, he didn’t refuse,” Lee said, giving her a shrug and small smile. He was the first to follow. Lee adjusted his gait and mimicked the other man's movements. And soon after, Tenten followed suit.

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